At five o'clock in the afternoon, Su Hui greeted the prison guards. When he walked out of the corridor of Baihushan Prison, the sky was not so bright.
At this time, normal family visits have long since ended, and free activities have also been closed. The prisoners were probably all locked up in one place to study, and the entire administrative area was extremely quiet. It was completely empty, like a world that no one had ever visited.
It looks clean, standardized, quiet and neat here.
But here, among the iron bars not far away, are imprisoning the deepest sins in the world.
Su Hui straightened his body and walked through the empty corridor. His metal walking stick touched the ground and made a soft sound. This cane can help him identify those roads that he can't see clearly, and now he has become somewhat dependent on walking.
He walked all the way through the long corridor, through the high iron gate, and then walked forward, and there was a large area of hazy gray in front of him. He knew that it should be the green between the mountains and forests, but his eyes could not distinguish it.
The sun drew long shadows behind him.
He turned around and saw that the prison was shrouded in mist, as if this place was illusory and non-existent.
Su Hui waited for a long time at the car platform alone before he got the car going down the mountain.
Except for him, there were only a few people in the car.
Then Su Hui found that what the aunt said was right. When going down the mountain, the driver drove harder by inertia.
The whole journey is like a longer version of a roller coaster, with sudden braking and acceleration alternately, the visceral feeling is tightly grasped by an invisible hand, which makes him breathless, and the brain has not yet adapted from a turn. On to the next one.
Su Hui was grateful that the aunt gave him a plastic bag when he came, and he took it, which was a great spiritual comfort.
He has always been disgusting. The disgust is not only from this winding mountain road, but more from the two-hour conversation in the afternoon, the photos of the victims, the shocking experiences, and the words, constantly entrenched in Su Hui's mind. inside…
When you want to understand these darkness, you need to walk into it step by step, immersed in the darkness, and then you can try to communicate with it.
The black seemed to cover his mouth and nose, suffocating him, and even kept trying to invade his body.
Su Hui would sometimes feel exhausted because of his insensitivity to the world, but sometimes, it was precisely that insensitivity that cut off his connection with sin and isolated him.
His world was frozen and frozen.
He felt like a phone that had been in airplane mode, cut off the signal, and lost touch with the world.
Su Hui guessed that this might also be a self-protection mechanism to prevent him from mentally breaking down.
In the end, Su Hui didn't vomit out. After all, he ate a total of breakfast today. He should be hungry, but his body was unconscious.
The result of smoking secondhand smoke all afternoon was to keep coughing, as if his breathing was being suppressed. He got out of the car and walked towards the house step by step, his footsteps were weak, and the old lung injury seemed to be torn apart by a pair of hands, making him feel like he was about to suffocate at any time.
At the end of the cough, he even felt a bloody smell, as if he would vomit blood when he opened his mouth.
When Su returned home, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, the room was pitch dark, and he turned on the light.
The house he lives in is nearly 130 square meters, which is a bit extravagant to live alone. The house has only two rooms, which is a very popular high-end apartment. The living room and dining room are large. Behind the sofa in the living room, he placed a huge desk, and made a wall behind it as a bookshelf wall.
Su Hui spends most of the day in bed, and at other times sits at the desk, the sofa is full of clothes, and the unwashed sheets are changed.
Su Hui turned a blind eye to the mess in the living room. He put things down on the dining table and chairs, took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa, and then went to take a shower.
Twenty minutes later, he came out in a bathrobe, slippers and bare skinny ankles.
It was sunset now, and the thick blackout curtains were drawn in the room, so that no sunlight came in.
Su Hui is accustomed to the dark. He rarely opens the curtains or opens the windows during the day. For this reason, he specially installed a fresh air system in the house. The ventilation relies on the small holes in the roof, and the lighting relies on white lamps.
This artificial light, artificial wind, can give him a sense of security.
Su Hui sat on the swivel chair behind the desk. The huge desk was filled with various books, some of which were piled high and shaky. Many of them are national writings on criminology, and some are simply original in foreign languages. Some of the books were open, some were folded, and some had colored sticky notes on them.
On the light beige wooden floor in the house are some unpacked express boxes and some clothes to be washed. Students won't come to help him clean up his room until Monday afternoon, and it will be two more days.
Su Hui suddenly remembered that something was missing. He went around to the side of the sofa to see that the cat litter box and the cat litter were empty.
So Su Hui lay down and whispered softly, "Meow meow..."
The gap under the sofa was a bit large, and it was dark, and it was impossible to tell if the cat was inside.
Su Hui called again, and his only remaining ear that could distinguish sounds finally caught it, and a thin response came from the pile of clothes on the sofa.
Hearing the cat meowing, Su Hui felt relieved and straightened up.
Once when he was not at home, the cat escaped outside for some reason, but a kind-hearted student found it and brought it back to him.
Su Hui got up and went to the kitchen to take out the cat food, filled the cat food bowl, and then added some water to the automatic water feeder.
A kitten finally crawled out slowly from under the clothes, ran to the bowl, looked back at its owner, and then lowered its head and began to eat dinner.
Su Hui walked over and squatted down, stretched out his hand and rubbed the cat's head, the cat raised its head and looked at him, then stuck out his tongue and licked Su Hui's hand.
Looking down from this angle, Su Hui couldn't see the expression on the cat's face, but he could feel that the little thing in his hand was warm and soft, it was a small mass of life.
This cat was picked up by Su Hui from the corner of the school. It was a one-year-old male cat. Su Hui had neutered it, dewormed it, and given it an injection. It was named Aristotle.
Aristotle had watery eyes that made him seem like a wild cat.
Su Hui's students all like it, and they often bring it all kinds of canned cats and snacks, thinking that it will be fat and fat, but Su Hui always forgets to feed it, and he always forgets to eat, so it will Live a hungry life with the master.
After feeding the cat, Su Hui poured himself a glass of milk, soaked some cereal, and ate two slices of bread.
The room was extremely quiet, and there was only the sound of one person and one cat eating for a while. He and Aristotle had dinner together.
Aristotle was born as a wild cat, and he is a character who goes with the flow. Su Hui took the materials he brought back to his desk, opened his laptop, and swiped on Weibo.
The first hot search item today is the one he saw when Su Hui left home in the morning: # Pei Weiwei disappeared for 100 days#.
Correspondingly, the hot search of #taximad demon Song Rongjiang is about to execute the death penalty# also rose to the tenth place.
Pei Weiwei.
During this time, everyone in Huadu remembered this name.
Since the girl disappeared, her family and friends have never given up searching for her.
As early as more than three months ago, the super talk of #Searching for Pei Weiwei# has long occupied the first place in Huadu city super talk.
There are frequent hot searches on Weibo, and the public welfare column of the advertisement column is replaced by a photo of Pei Weiwei, and students at various intersections often spontaneously send out missing people notices.
Under such circumstances, even the most sluggish and occluded person remembered Pei Weiwei's name.
People are afraid that time will dilute the hatred, and that the dead will be forgotten forever. Now one hundred days have passed, and people who are actively looking for her have no news of the girl's whereabouts.
She seems to have evaporated in this sleepy city, this world full of fireworks.
This shouldn't be her twenties...
Su Hui held his cheek with his left hand, and clicked on the hot search with his right hand. The first video that popped up was an interview video on an official media platform. In the video, someone visited Pei Weiwei's classmates and parents.
The reporter first interviewed several of Pei Weiwei's classmates, and those classmates expressed their opinions: "Although it has been a hundred days, we have never given up looking for Weiwei."
"I sometimes feel that Weiwei is still by our side, she will definitely come back..."
"I really regret that I didn't write down the license plate number that day."
"Everyone should pay attention to the safety of taxis. Before getting in the car, take a picture of the car number and send it to your friends. You must be vigilant at all times..."
"I think Weiwei... Our dormitory has been emptying her bed, waiting for her to come back."
Su Hui pulled the progress bar, the people on the screen became Pei Weiwei's parents, a middle-aged woman cried bitterly: "As a mother, I beg you kindhearted people, help me find my Weiwei. ... I really want to hear her call me mom again... Until now, we still don't know whether our daughter is alive or dead, I hope to find her... Wei Wei has been missing for 100 days, and someone advised us to give up, I know that too , the hope is getting slimmer. I think, even if she just finds her bones, she can be buried well... "
Pei Weiwei's mother burst into tears, and her husband continued: "This is my contact information. I hope someone who knows can contact me and provide any clues. As long as the situation is true, I am willing to pay, I am willing to sell the house and The company is willing to go bankrupt, willing to exchange everything, no matter who knows the news of my daughter, please be sure to contact me!"
Su Hui looked at the excited middle-aged man on the video, then he rolled the mouse and slid down to see the hot comments.
"Damn it, it breaks my heart! What kind of beast is the murderer."
"Don't cry, Auntie! We will not give up, we will work hard! Weiwei will definitely be found!"
"A murderer like Song Rongjiang, go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!"
"Song Rongjiang has already been sentenced to death. He will die horizontally and vertically, and won't he die again?"
"Does the upstairs have any heart? Song Rongjiang was sentenced for killing two other people! Not because of the price paid for Pei Weiwei's death! The meaning is completely different!"
"If Song Rongjiang killed or imprisoned Pei Weiwei, if he deliberately didn't say anything, after he was executed, would he never be able to find Pei Weiwei?!"
"Have you ever thought about what if the murderer is someone else?"
"Pei Weiwei may have been killed by now, but where is the body? I think if this matter is not investigated clearly, that girl will not be able to rest her mind!"
"Pei Weiwei has been missing for so long, it's the police's inaction!"
"The police have worked very hard, otherwise how can they catch that pervert quickly? Now that there is no evidence, don't you blame the criminals for the police?"
People on Weibo disagreed. Su Hui looked at it for a while, closed the page, opened the document, and began to organize this afternoon's materials. He opened the information that Bureau Tan gave him, put it aside, stretched out his right hand, habitually touched the pen holder on the table, and then grabbed it.
Su Hui raised his head, only to find that the pen holder was empty.
Are you going to buy a signature pen again? Su Hui sighed and thought.
There seems to be a black hole in this room, and he always eats those little things, especially pens. No matter how many he buys, he will never find them every time he uses them.
Su Hui took out a pen he was carrying before, and was finally able to let the work go on. Then his fingertips swiped the name signed on the police document—leader of the serious crime team: Lu Junchi.
After the second victim was discovered, the case was transferred to the serious crime team, and then Lu Junchi was in charge of the investigation and arrest. He quickly arrested Song Rongjiang, but even Lu Junchi, who solved the case quickly, did not ask about Pei Weiwei's whereabouts. , and there is no way to prove whether the third case was committed by Song Rongjiang.
Later, Lu Junchi received a new case, and the case of Pei Weiwei's disappearance was transferred back to other departments of the General Administration, and everything was in accordance with the procedure.
Then Song Rongjiang was transferred to the procuratorate, the court tried, and sentenced...
Su Hui's pen clicked on the name of "Lu Junchi", leaving a black ink mark.
Su Hui had just met him today. This was the first time he had met him face-to-face. The distance seemed to be very close, but it seemed to be far away.
The name had not appeared in his life for a long time.
His memory of this name was still a few years ago. Su Hui had met Lu Junchi several times at that time. In his memory, he was a handsome and handsome man, and he was very brave and smart. He had a good impression of him. Seeing him this time, he seemed to have matured a lot.
The little policeman of that year has grown up and is already the leader of the serious crime team.
Thinking of this, Su Hui felt a dull pain in his head, as if something was missing in his mind.
It seems that since the accident, part of his memory has been lost, and many things have been crumpled up in his mind like waste paper. He knows that those memories are there, but he has no way to restore and unfold them.
Su Hui sighed and gave up thinking. He opened a small express carton on the side, which was the puzzle he bought newly.
Su Hui likes puzzles, especially after the accident two years ago. These puzzles are like signposts on his lost road, which can guide him.
The two puzzles he bought this time are called Wave Puzzel. One is five pieces and the other is seven pieces. They are from the same series. They are the works of Yuu Asaka, a famous Japanese puzzle designer.
One of the pieces that Su Hui bought was blue, and the other was orange. As long as some color blocks were put into the white platter, it was completed. He picked up the one with five pieces first and put the seven pieces aside.
It's more of a puzzle game than a puzzle. The puzzles look very simple, like a child's toy. However, the level of the puzzle is not low, and there is another mystery in it.
It's not looking for a tight fit, but just being able to fit those geometric figures in.
Su Hui took a few pieces of the blue puzzle and tried it out. Whether it was horizontal or vertical, there were always some gaps, as if something was always missing.
Every time, it seems to be infinitely close to the answer, and it seems to be very far away from the answer, the truth seems to be right in front of you, but it is impossible for people to see through.
Su Hui stared at the puzzle in front of him, and suddenly had an idea, he tilted the puzzle piece at an angle with his hand...
It seems that this is the correct way to solve the problem, and soon the other pieces are put together.
It took a few minutes before and after, the blue, like the shape of the waves. When the conventional approach doesn't work, sometimes you just need to deflect and change your mind to find the answer you're looking for...